Redo of a Romanceless Author’s Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth Chapter 348

Chapter 348. At a Motel with a Prostitute in the Room Next Door: A Chat with the Prostitute in the Morning. (8/8)

“Thanks again. We’ll definitely return these later once we get her sothing else to wear.”

“But what about you? Are you planning to go around wearing what you wore yesterday?”

“That won’t be a problem, they never got a look at . It was dark at the ti and I was pretty far away so they wouldn’t have been able to make out very well what I was wearing. Yuna’s situation is a different story altogether.”

“I see.”

“However, that being the case, I should still change my appearance a bit. Malory did see together with Yuna at work before, though I was in my work clothes at the ti and behind the counter. I should at least do sothing about my face. Do you have any styling paste?”

“Styling paste? No. But I do have mousse.”

“That should do I guess. It might actually be better that I don’t use styling paste.”

She retrieved the bottle of mousse and handed it over to .

I turned away from her, sprayed so onto my right hand then brushed my hand from front to back to spike it up and back. It was completely different from how I styled it before I could legally work.

I stuck my hand into my pocket and pulled out a small container I didn’t think I’d be using so soon again. It was a good thing I still kept it on in case an ergency ca up and I needed an impromptu disguise. I still had the pink ones from Izora as well since I hadn’t found the chance to return them. I definitely wouldn’t use those embarrassing pink ones if I didn’t have to though.

I put in my blue colored contacts with my left hand before I turned back to her and asked, “How is it? Do you think you’d recognize on the street if you only saw once before?”

“Huh? Uh… no… I don’t think I’d recognize you at all. Hey, is this how you normally look?”

“No. Do I look that weird?”

“Weird… no… you look pretty good actually. A bit dangerous even. It’s kind of hot.”

I rolled my eyes. “Hot? Please spare the lip service. It looks weird.”

“I’m being serious though.”

“Sure you are. I’m not falling for sothing like that.”

“The gloominess in your expression decreases significantly with your hair like this.”

I shook my head, “As if changing my hair a bit more would fix my gloomy face.”

“It really does look good. I like it. You should style your hair like this more often if this isn’t the norm for you.”

“No way. I’m not wasting money on pointless hair products unless there is a practical purpose for it.”

“Looking good is practical.”

“Not in my books.”

“Your girlfriend must have a hard ti dealing with a guy like you.”

“Yeah, she does. I don’t even know what she saw in to begin with.”

“It’s such a waste, really. But… maybe it’s better that you don’t normally style your hair like this…”

I placed my hand on the doorknob about to turn it when she asked, sounding a bit lonely despite already knowing the answer, “You’re going?”

“Yeah. Until the next ti we et.”

When I opened the door and stepped outside, she hesitantly spoke up again, “Uh… you never told your na.”

“You didn’t tell yours either, so we’re equal. No need to tell now though. Assuming I live through this ordeal, if… no, when we do et again in the future, we can introduce ourselves to each other then. Hopefully, when that ti cos, you won’t be putting yourself down and you’ll be able to hold your head up high and tell your na with pride. I’ll look forward to and be more than happy to hear your na at that ti. Damn, now that I think about it, aren’t I raising so serious death flags here?”

“You are. So to break that flag, I’ll give you the na I go by on the street rather than my real na. It’s Kitty.”

“Kitty? Okay, I’ll rember it. Then, you can call Devthor.” The devil author.

“Devthor? What a strange na.”

“Yeah, it is. I just made it up on the spot after all.” I kind of like it though. I think I’ll make it a new pen na and start publishing so stories under it in the future.

“Haha, are you planning to rack up infamy on the street going by that na or sothing?”

“Don’t know if I will. But right now, you’re the first person to ever hear this na. If you hear it from anyone else, you can be confident that they’re referring to .”

“Okay.”

“But one more thing… if anyone asks what I look like, never tell them a thing about .”

“Don’t worry, my lips are sealed. I’ll keep everything about you to myself.”

“Thanks. You’ve been a great help.”

After that, I returned to Yuna who’d patiently awaited my return. Naturally, she was ticked.

“Be right back, huh?” She grumbled quietly.

“Well… you heard how things went.”

“You expect to change into that? Just because we did it, do I look like a slut to you now?”

“Look, you should realize this is the best sort of disguise if you don’t want to be caught.”

“I refuse… is what I’d say if I had a choice in the matter, but circumstances don’t allow to be picky. But I will definitely rember this for as long as I live. I promise you, I will absolutely, without a doubt, use this against you in the future.”

“Hahaha… how scary.”

“Seriously… making dress like a prostitute. What kind of terrible guy do I like?”

In a bad mood, she snatched the outfit out of my hands and entered the bathroom.

“Not going to ask to change your clothes for you?”

“Would you like to die?” She turned her head and shot a deathly glare from over her shoulder.

“Haha… you’ll go to prison you know.”

“I’ll kill myself after so I can haunt you for eternity in the afterlife.”

“You’d follow even in death? You must really love , huh?”

“...” She shut the door behind her in silence without another word.

I approached the door and laughed, “Hahaha, hey, don’t be like that. I love you~ Yuna,” I teased her a bit.

“...”

“How cruel, not even saying it back.” It was truly a sha I couldn’t see how she reacted. Did she have that usual cool and composed expression on her face, was she flustered behind that door, or was she upset because of my flippant attitude when saying it? I had no way to know.

“Never say that again. I think I threw up in my mouth a bit.”

The door suddenly swung open after she said that.

A girl I didn’t recognize at all appeared in front of .

“Wow... I can’t even tell it’s you.” I scrutinized her with a strange look on my face.

“As expected, this image doesn’t suit at all.”

“Actually… you look... shockingly good.” There was a bunch of black text on her white top. The contours of her body were greatly emphasized. A slender waist that curved outward around her hips. The light blue denim mini skirt fit snugly in place. She’d tied her hair up under the wig and the short brown shoulder-length hair worked perfectly with the look she had right now.

“What am I supposed to do about my handbag though?”

“Oh, I completely forgot about that. Uh, well, we could wrap it up in my jacket to hide it for now. I’ll just have to drive without it on and you can keep your hand back on your lap with my jacket covering it.”

“That should work.”

“Then we should get going now.”

“Yeah, let’s hurry up and check out. I’m sick of this place already.”

I put the sheet down on the bed then took a quick recording of the condition of the room right before the two of us headed out. I recorded up until we made it to the front desk.

When we checked out, the woman at the front desk left to inspect the room before she returned the security deposit. As expected, when she got back, she tried to make up so fictitious damage that wasn’t there to try and keep the security deposit. But when I showed her the videos I’d taken before we arrived and after we left the room and threatened to call the police to review the footage and settle the dispute, she shut her mouth and begrudgingly handed over my security deposit.

She naturally cursed out for being such a cheap petty bastard in front of Yuna, but I naturally couldn’t care less. I was just happy so long as I got my hundred-dollar deposit back. The length I’d gone to, to ensure I wasn’t scamd, and got it all back, had all been worth it.

I left in a great mood, unlike Yuna who was still grouchy over the attire she’d been forced to wear.